Too young to tango?


Dear Hillary,

I’ve come over to Thailand, but I am beginning to wonder if I’m just too young for all this.  I’m 45 and living off the money I made in my life, before coming to here.  I’ve not got a pension.  I find that there are some really lovely and loving ladies around the place and I don’t need to chew down the “blue pills of happiness” as my neighbor calls them.  I’m finding I don’t have much in common with the guys who prop up the local bar and their in-depth discussions.  Where are my offshore assets, my triple bypass?  I don’t dye my hair.  Am I a bit immature for all this?  What should I do Hillary?  Or am I stuck in a time warp and can’t get out.  Please send the answer soonest.


Dear Gerry,

You have got yourself in a pickle, haven’t you my Petal, but luckily for you, I am here to guide you through the maze of ex-pat living in this country.  What you are doing wrong is to get in with the local bar crowd.  They are there, propping up the bar as you mentioned, because they are not 45 and living off their own money.  They are lusting after the bar girls and think that these ladies of the night don’t know about their blue diamonds.  They are worried about whether the triple bypass will take the strain as they try to be 45 again.  Gerry, get out of the bars, go to Chambers of Commerce meetings and meet normal people your own age.

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